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Curb Your Enthusiasm, S09E01

By Larry David
Sunday, 1st October 2017

Larry David is in the shower, singing ‘A Spoonful of Sugar’ from Mary Poppins. Has he changed? No. His supercalifragilistic mood lasts all of half a minute; until, that is, he tries to get some shower gel out of a container with one of those pump-action nozzles. At this point the more familiar sound of a Micalizzi refrain begins, Larry shouts ‘Fuck!’, and the scene comes to resemble the one in Season Seven when he couldn’t get into the vacuum-packed plastic packaging. LD is back!

In the first few scenes some of the things that happen to Larry seem like they could be there simply to set up jokes; but we know from experience that most will turn out to be strands of a tightly plaited plot: on the way in to see his agent, Jeff (Jeff Garlin), he doesn’t hold the door open for a mannish-looking woman (‘I was just trying not to offend you and yet I wound up offending you, which is quite ironic’); he presents Jeff with the final script of his new Broadway show (Fatwa! The Musical), about which Jeff’s wife Susie (Susie Essman) is very negative; and his personal assistant has missed two days of work due to constipation, so he wants to fire her. The semi-improvised performances are a little stilted, but it has been six years since Season Eight.

‘Type + distance = no door-hold’

The plait tightens. The mannish-looking woman (Julie Goldman), who it transpires is Jeff’s hairdresser, is getting married to the feminine-looking Numa (Nasim Pedrad), but insisting on being the ‘bride’ – Larry sticks his oar in (‘You’re a groom’), eliciting from Numa a neat summary of the governing Identitätsphilosophie: ‘How is it appropriate for you to have an opinion about this?’ Jeff tells Larry that he must go on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Fatwa! And Larry decides to foist his useless assistant on to Susie.

This was all trundling along well enough, but I was wondering whether my tastes had moved on or whether a new season after all this time could ever be quite as good. Oh me of little faith. I’d forgotten just how satisfying the Curb plait-plot is when it interweaves into sight. I won’t try to do it all justice – and most people will see it coming before I did – but, in brief, Larry goes on Kimmel, mocks the ayatollah…

Now there’s only one ayatollah, and they all seem to have the same name. And they all seem to spell it the same way. And you never know, if you look at the history of ayatollahs… it all seems like one person. They all look exactly the same, and their names are Khomeini, Khomeeni, Khomani…

…and then, the following day, he sees the ayatollah on the TV news, issuing a fatwa against him.

Very bad man!


Veep, S03E07

By Simon Blackwell and Tony Roche
Dundee Productions for HBO
Sunday, 18th May 2014

The American sitcom-writer is regularly tempted to write a Londinensian episode of his or her programme: a familiar-unfamiliar sit to revitalise (it is hoped) the com. The results are often strained (as in a recent episode of Parks and Recreation, for example). But, although they’re making an American sitcom, perhaps because Blackwell, Roche (and Armando Iannucci) are themselves British, this episode of Veep is no insult to the ‘Special Relationship’ after which it’s named.

Vice President Selina Meyer – the VP, or Veep (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) – is visiting her counterpart in London, Deputy Prime Minster Peter Mitchell (Darren Boyd). (The DP, or Deep?) The first shot is of Tower Bridge, which as we all know is what a dumb Missourian thought he was getting when he bought the less impressive London Bridge in 1968. The story is pertinent to the special relationship not because it’s true but because it’s told: the British and the Americans both want some of what the other culture has, whilst at the same time needing to assert their differences by taking the piss. This is repeatedly figured here in comments about Britain and America that are satirical whilst at the same time indulgent: complimentary criticisms, critical compliments, which will make viewers in both countries laugh. Amy, chief of staff (Anna Chlumsky) says of Dan, deputy director of communications (Reid Scott), ‘I would like to shoot him, but there are no guns in this country’: Brits feel good about their gun laws and Americans (the ones that are watching Veep) feel good about agreeing with the Brits. Dan refers to Prince Charles as ‘that sixty-five-year-old fucking intern’: Americans feel good about their democracy and Brits (the ones that are watching Veep) feel good about agreeing with the Americans.* But as we would expect from Veep, the mutuality of the special relationship doesn’t last through to the credits.

At their first meeting, Peter challenges Selina about a security conference:

PETER: The transatlantic security organisation, that’s going to Frankfurt and not here because…
SELINA: No, honestly, we haven’t made a decision about that yet.
PETER: I hope that honestly isn’t one of those words that’s lost its meaning whilst travelling the Atlantic.

The following day, in an attempt to ingratiate Selina to the British press, the team have arranged for her to be photographed in a pub. As Dan puts it, they’re trying ‘some reverse My Fair Lady shit […] showing she’s a regular gal’. Things seem to be going well as she chats to the landlord. He jovially tells her, ‘[I’ve] lived round ’ere me ’ole life. Born and bred West Ham fan […] West Ham United, they’re my local team’. But then, as she’s drinking her pint, Selina mistakes his cockneyish encouragement to get it ‘down in one’ for a Japanesey interjection with which she’s unfamiliar. Gamely she joins in: ‘Daniwah! […] Daniwah!’

Meanwhile, Jonah (Timothy Simons), who works for Selina’s rival for the presidency, is in town hoping to dig up some dirt. This comes in the form of a leak from Amy. Amy thinks Selina needs to ditch Ray (Christopher Meloni) – personal-trainer-cum-fuck-buddy – so tells Jonah about an inflammatory essay that Ray posted online. This finds its way to the journalists covering a joint press conference given by Selina and Peter:

Madam Vice President, can you comment on the breaking story about your personal trainer Ray Whelans? […] He wrote an essay saying ‘Obese children are possessed by the devil as a punishment for past sins.’

Selina does her best to wriggle out of it, but because Peter knows that she lied to him about the security meeting he decides to turn the screw: ‘I think we’re in it now. I think we probably should maybe see this through to the end.’

So Ray is fired. The visit is in (Deep) shit. Dan – ‘Dani-Blah’ as the press are calling him – has a panic attack and ends up in the hospital, where he too is fired for having hired Ray. In the end Selina calls time on the ‘special’ relationship: ‘let’s get the merry old fuck out of merry old England.’

* Another compliment-criticism: Mike, Selina’s director of communications (Matt Walsh), says that when the Brits find out the security meeting is to be held in Frankfurt instead of London, they’re ‘gonna be unhappy…er’: Americans laugh at miserable Brits and Brits feel good about their reserve.
† Mitchell also asks Selina about US spying. She tells him, ‘the US doesn’t spy on its allies […] we collect data’, to which he replies, ‘same thing’.
‡ The scene is filmed in the King’s Arms, Waterloo, which would actually make his local team Millwall. Upton Park is about six miles east. I guess, as the proverb goes, kings have long arms.

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